Remember me beneath autumn leaves,
As the wind changes and skies grow dark.
The world may tilt between a dark star,
But I will still burn bright with the memory of you.
Touch my lips with a gentle reminder of summer to come,
That I may help these trees lay up for winter.
For frost has begun its sneaking dance,
And I will soon lay down with this cool grass.
I will find you once the ice has gone,
And mayhap I can again adorn your hair in flowers.